Saturday, September 24, 2011

The bus took those of us staying for Week Two to Florence where we had the evening to ourselves. As in years past, we stayed at the Hotel Olympia, with it's teeny tiny elevator and where the toilets and sinks are actually in the shower. Hey! This time we at least had wooden double doors to the bathroom! I think they converted a closet or something.

No... Potts is NOT really "on the potty", he is just in the picture to add interest.

Here is the view from our window. I balanced the camera on the ledge. Glad I didn't drop it!

Florence is a city with action from morning to the wee hours of the night, but we were so exhausted that we ventured out just for a panini and some gelato. Then we hit the hay. The rock band playing on the piazza below didn't even keep us from our sleep.

At the end of the week, a slideshow is made up of each participants favorite photographs. Hearts and souls are evident in these images. It is my favorite part of the week, I tend to get very emotional as I rediscover Italy through their eyes. So inspirational!

One of the very BEST parts of the trip are the people that come along.

They come from every walk of life - psychologists, executives, radiologists, nurses, architects, attorneys, engineers, homemakers, and one 14-year-old. Only three are professional photographers. Drake, Randy, and Sy. Only four (maybe six) were new to the workshop and came as first-timers.

Friday, September 23, 2011

I purchased my one and only souvenir from the Lakes District here. (Besides all the gelato that I will bring back around my middle!)

I do believe it is my favorite village of all.

The water had been calling me all week. I couldn't leave Lake Como without swimming in it first. Somehow I coerced Randy to come with me. And Kate wouldn't let us back out 'cause she wanted to come too. The only convenient place we could find to go in was near the boats by our hotel. It really wasn't quite the memorable experience of Lake Orta a few years back. It was quite cold, which has never bothered me before, but a gazillion flies were buzzing right at eye level. We only had the gumption to swim to the nearest buoy and back. At least I could say I did it!

P.S. When I climbed out, I found that I had cut my right foot. It bled all the way back to the hotel. Kind of gross!

Potts' time is taken teaching, coaching, encouraging, but that's okay; that's why he's here and he absolutely loves to share all the accumulated knowledge he has stored upstairs. I thoroughly enjoy seeing him in action.

This is what's nice about knitting; I can stay busy and somewhat productive and still converse others and take in everything that is going on around me.

Today we were joined by two Italian Models and a local photographer. They traveled with us for the day and the class was coached on basic portrait lighting.

First Stop - Villa Balbianello as seen in James Bond's Casino Royale and the movie Ocean's Twelve. I don't recall the scenes in the movies -- guess I'll just have to watch them again.

Randy helped a group photograph the retired architect model...

While Drake worked with young Mikayla.

Photo by Stu WheelrightIt might be the Italian way, but Mikayla's clothing choices were quite skimpy. This was the MOST she had brought to wear. Drake had asked her to come in something timeless and vintage. I think the intention was lost in translation.

After the villa field trip, we bused to a local pizzeria for lunch...

Photo by Heather Hobbs

Then on to another small village...

... where the photographers were given more portrait experience.

This time, Randy worked with Mikayla. He had her set up against a door.

Suddenly the door flew open, and Mikayla jumped a mile. A very tiny little old lady came out, spoke some Italian a million miles a minute, then went back in shutting the door behind her.

Her daughter-in-law came to the upstairs window sporting a smile. (We had an interpreter.) "Grandmother" had come back into the house remarking, "Someone outside has lost her pants, and I think they're all trying to find them."

It gave us all a good laugh.

I TOLD you she wasn't wearing much.

photo by Shaun McFarland

Next Stop - The Piano Nature Reserve recommended by the local photographer.

About Me

It is likely that my personal life's events and perceptions will be the central focus of this sight; but Randy and I are eternally connected, thus the Blog Title. The best thing in life is to reach the point of Grand-parenthood. "Gammie and Potts" are the nicknames we have assumed. I have just turned fifty-years-old. In an attempt to stay "with it" in society, I have become a blogger. My husband (and his photography), my children, my grandchildren, the gospel of Jesus Christ, and music are my passions in life. What better way to share them!
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